The fifteen-year-old, coming downstairs after their bedtime: “So… I don’t eat fish…”
This was a lead-in to proposing that we should buy them a pet fish every time they finish an English assignment this coming term.
I love lots of pets… but… no.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The fifteen-year-old, coming downstairs after their bedtime: “So… I don’t eat fish…”
This was a lead-in to proposing that we should buy them a pet fish every time they finish an English assignment this coming term.
I love lots of pets… but… no.